This is the moment I've dreaded from writing the first Mim memory - ending the saga of our first trip down to a moon launch.
Oh, heading home wasn't the end of the trip's adventures. Mim took a marvelous side trip to Williamsburg, which we both already loved thanks to Julian & Tibby, St. John & Regina.
But the rollicksome part of the road trip ended with our goodbyes to the Harkins.
Writing about that improbable trip down to Apollo 12 was something I savored the thought of sharing yet longed to hold off - writing about it was bittersweet. Those days - barely over a week - would be the high water mark of our relationship, without a hint of stress discomfort friction, not a single frustrated/frustrating moment between the two of us. Just high fun & Missy demeanors! No issues, no baggage, just joy.
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